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CAN 'LIBERALS' BE EDUCATED? 

By Professor Revilo P. Oliver 

(Text of an address to the assembled Citizens' Councils of America in 

Chattanooga early in 1966) 



I have been asked to discuss with you tonight the grave social and biological 
problem presented by that noisy band of persons who currently call themselves 
"liberal intellectuals." It is not a new problem. The contemporary specimens have 
inherited the whole of their little stock of phrases and notions, which they are 
pleased to call "ideas," from their predecessors in the 18th Century, when they 
called themselves *philosophes*, since France was the country in which they were 
then making the most noise. But they represent a biological tendency which you 
can trace back historically until you see that it is much older than civilization 
itself. 

That there may be no misunderstanding, let me make it clear that tonight I shall 
consistently use the word "intellectual" within quotation marks as the designation 
that a group of persons have given themselves. I shall not use the word as a 
common noun with its correct English meaning. If we used the word in that sense, 
we could do little more than agree with Ayn Rand, who, in a recent book, says 
quite bluntly: 

"Our present state of cultural disintegration is not maintained and prolonged by 
intellectuals as such, but by the fact that *we haven't any*. The majority of those 
who pose as 'intellectuals' today are frightened zombies, posturing in a vacuum of 
their own making.... The key to their souls is their longing for the effortless, 
irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. They dread the necessity, the 
risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition." 

So tonight we shall talk about "^intellectuals*." 

The problem, however, is particularly urgent today. It concerns all of us. As we 
all know, the Communist takeover of the United States, now in progress, would 
have been impossible, had not the self-styled "intellectuals" done so much of the 
Conspiracy's work for it. But Bolshevism is a subject that we cannot consider 
tonight, for I must limit myself strictly to "liberal intellectuals" as distinct from 
members of the International Conspiracy, although I admit that in many cases it is 
very difficult to tell the difference. 

We must all cope with "intellectuals' every day, but I particularly hope that the 
suggestions that I am going to offer may be useful to those members of this 
audience who are most besieged and harassed. 

One of the chief reasons why I permit myself to hope that our nation may yet 
survive and have a future is the fact that among the hordes that swarm over college 
campuses these days there is a considerable number — even a large number — of 



students, who, amid many obstacles and difficulties, are trying to ascertain for 
themselves the nature of the world in which they live. Every campus, of course, 
also has its rabble of young "liberals," who are forever making a din as they 
"demonstrate" for "world peash," "snivel rights," and the like, and who, if we may 
judge from their appearance and their yammering, are as afraid of war as they are 
of soap. 

I am sure that every student here present fully understands the importance of 
staying on the good side of the young "intellectuals" — I mean the windward side, 
of course. 

The student's real difficulty arises from the fact that the self-styled "liberal 
intellectuals," by methods described in the two books (*Keynes At Harvard* and 
*The Great Deceit*) published by the Veritas Foundation, have attainted a 
strangle-hold on American education, and very few college students can escape 
the ministrations of the "liberal" professor, who urges or requires them to follow 
him down the rabbit hole or behind the looking glass into the Wonderland in 
which "intellectuals" live, and in which the hapless student must emulate the 
White Queen, who, you will remember, was able, with just a little practice, to 
believe six impossible things before breakfast every morning. 

Now, a serious examination of the problem of "liberal intellectuals" must, I 
believe, begin with recognition of one fundamental fact — that we are dealing with 
the phenomenon that is know in biology as * symbiosis*. In other words, we are 
examining not one species, but two, that are interdependent, just as in the example 
of symbiosis that will come to everyone's mind: many species of ants maintain 
aphids in their nests, and in such an arrangement, the ants could not live without 
the aphids nor the aphids without the ants. 

As I have said, I consider this symbiosis as the fundamental fact in our problem 
tonight, so let me illustrate it with two or three examples that will make it clear. 

In the second half of the 19th Century lived a distinguished French 
mathematician, Professor Michel Chasles. He was the author of a number of 
treatises that you will find cited in any reasonably complete work on geometrical 
theory, prisms, or conic sections. He developed a method of analytical geometry 
independent of the calculus, and his treatise on the displacement of solids is 
regarded as a mathematical classic. He was a member of the French Academie des 
Sciences, which means that he was recognized as one of the 66 best scientific 
minds in all France, and he was furthermore the recipient of the highest honor that 
the Royal Society of London could bestow. 

Now Professor Chasles was quite wealthy, and one day there came to him an 
enterprising young intellectual named Vrain-Lucas, who was — he said — a 
specialist in finding old documents, particularly autographs. He sold the good 
professor an original letter which proved that Descartes had anticipated all the 
discoveries of Newton. Professor Chasles was elated to be the possessor of a 
document of such vast significance in the history of science, and his appetite was 
whetted for more. So he made Vrain-Lucas promise to bring to him all his 



sensational finds. Vrain-Lucas did; he supplied remarkable documents, first, one at 
a time, then by the dozen, and then by the score. 

In a few years, M. Chasles had a much smaller balance at his bankers, but he 
owned a collection of treasures unmatched in the world, unique documents, almost 
all of them autographs, written by the great figures of history. He had original 
letters by Pascal, by Montaigne, by Amerigo Vespucci, by Charlemagne, by St. 
Jerome, by Plato, by Socrates, and by many others. It would be hard to say which 
item in his collection of more than 600 letters was the most remarkable, but my 
favorite is the autographic love-letter written by Cleopatra to Julius Caesar — a 
letter that Cleopatra wrote with her own fair hand — with a steel pen — on rag paper 
— in 16th-Century French! 

Now it may not be fair to single out the French mathematician from among the 
thousands of men like him, but just the same, if I had anything to do with running 
a college, I would see to it that a statue of Professor Chasles stood at the gates as a 
reminder of what education can do for a man. 

If you ask which was the "intellectual," Professor Chasles or Vrain-Lucas, the 
answer, of course, is both of them. They are complementary types, like the *yin* 
and *yang* in the Chinese monogram, and one could scarcely exist without the 
other. One, indeed, is to a large extent the cause of the other. 

Our race always has been, and probable always will be, afflicted with well- 
meaning people, usually well educated and sometimes brilliant, who simply 
cannot keep their imaginations under control. They are born to be the dupes of any 
scoundrel or adventurer who takes the trouble to put out a little bait for them, and 
they are often so generous that they do more than half his work for him and 
practically dupe themselves. 

Many of you, I am sure, have read the ^Memoirs Of Casanova*, who was an 
intellectual in his day and wrote a Utopia, the *Icosameron*, in which he shows 
how easy it would be for us to have One World chock full of "social justice." If 
you have read the *Memoirs*, you will recall the once celebrated Madame d'Urf,, 
who was not the object of one of Casanova's rather commonplace seductions, but 
instead the principal source of his income for a large part of his career. 

Madame d'Urf,, whom Casanova met when she was fairly well along in years, 
was one of the wealthiest and most brilliant women in France. She was not only 
learned in the usual sense, but she was a chemist of some skill, had installed an 
elaborate laboratory in her home, and is credited with the invention of a laboratory 
furnace which would automatically maintain a relatively constant temperature for 
many days. 

Now Casanova, who was skilled in cabalistic hocus-pocus, admits quite frankly 
that he set out to delude Mme. d'Urf,, justifying himself, you will remember, with 
the plea that if he hadn't fleeced the old fool, someone else would have got her 
money. And I think he is telling the truth when he tells us that she herself dreamed 
up the project for which she lavished so much money on him and which involved 
him in a whole series of ludicrous adventures. 



Mme. d'Urf, was tired of being a woman, and she insisted that Casanova make a 
man of her. She firmly believed that that was possible, because she had the same 
superstitious faith in the wonders of science that we see among our 
contemporaries, and, of course, she eventually killed herself with an overdose of 
drugs intended to hasten the wondrous transformation. 

We may think her a fool for having believed that, but was it, after all, much 
more fantastic, much more contrary to the ascertained and obvious facts of nature, 
much more irrational than the tommyrot about noble savages, brotherhood, 
equality, world courts, and the like that some of her contemporaries — Rousseau, 
Helv,tius, Saint-Pierre, and their kind — were busily peddling to persons as 
credulous as she? 

If Mme. d'Urf, in the 18th Century seems a little remote to you, let me give you 
another example, which will incidentally show how closely that period is linked to 
the present. When I was in my teens, I knew an amiable lady who was a graduate 
of one of the best-known women's colleges and, at the time that I knew her, the 
director of a small library. She was, on the whole, well educated and quite rational, 
although from time to time her eyes would take on the glazed look that is typical 
of "liberals" and she would chatter about the "unity of mankind," "world peace," 
and similar pish-posh. I was really taken aback one day when she confided in me 
that she was a member of an international order of big-brained females headed by 
the Comte de Saint-Germain, who, she assured me, was still alive and directed the 
order from his chateau in Hungary, where he spent his time thinking Big 
Thoughts. 

Let me remind you who the famous Comte de Saint-Germain was. Of course, 
his name was not Saint-Germain and he was not a count. His real identity is 
unknown; what little can be discovered of his back trail leads to Poland, Germany, 
and Portugal, but it is not known in which country he was born. Neither is it 
known precisely what his racket was, for, unlike Casanova, he was not an ordinary 
swindler. One theory is that he was an espionage agent in the pay of Catherine the 
Great of Russia. 

At all events, he was supplied with evidently unlimited funds from some 
mysterious source, and when he turned up in Paris in 1748 as the Comte de Saint- 
Germain, he quickly became one of the most influential men in France, an adviser 
to Louis XV, and the darling of all the "intellectuals." 

He had many charms. He was, for example, the perfect dinner guest. For one 
thing, he never ate anything at dinner. He had, you see, made a great scientific 
discovery and extracted the vital essence directly from the atmosphere. For 
another thing, he was such an interesting conversationalist; he could, for example, 
tell you all about the Crucifixion of Christ, at which he had been present. He was, 
you see, 2,000 years old, and explained that he was so well preserved for his age 
because, in addition to living on air, he took every 20 years a spoonful of colorless 
liquid that rejuvenated him for 20 years. Of course, the "intellectuals" had no 
difficulty in believing such things. 



The Comte de Saint-Germain had quite a career, but finally in 1784, presumably 
at the ripe old age of 2000-plus, he died and was buried in Schleswig. 

So you will see why I was a little startled when the lady told me that her society 
was headed by an individual who for 150 years had been in the good earth of 
Schleswig sprouting — well, not daisies, I'm sure, but perhaps poison ivy. So I 
ventured to suggest that the Comte de Saint-Germain was probably in no condition 
to think Big Thoughts. 

But the lady was most indignant at my crass skepticism, and proceeded to prove 
me wrong. Members of her society had the great privilege of sending $100 to the 
Count in Hungary and receiving in return a personal letter of advice concerning 
the care and feeding of their souls. 

She had sent the $100 — which, of course, was the equivalent of about $400 or 
$500 today — and she had the letter. It was, as I remember, about 25 pages long. It 
had been produced by a process similar to mimeographing, with blank spaces on 
the first and last pages in which the name of the addressee was inserted with a 
matching typewriter. 

The contents of the letter were, as one would expect, the old drivel about 
"awakening higher consciousness" and the sky-pie that would be available to 
everyone as soon as everyone "got in tune with the infinite." But the envelope bore 
an Hungarian postmark, and the letter was signed, "Comte de Saint-Germain." 
And that, you see, proved it. The old boy was still going strong and presumably 
good for another 2,000 years, at least. 

I don't know whether the good lady's secret society of super-minds is still 
operating, but there are plenty like it. In 1943, for example, a committee of the 
California Legislature stumbled on a weird organization called Mankind United, 
which supported an even more wonderful subsidiary called the Universal Institute 
for Research and Administration. 

Now Mankind United had the usual noble purposes: it was working for the 
"brotherhood of man," "equal living conditions for all peoples," "equality of all 
races and creeds," "world government," and "world peace." It was working 
desperately to save the human race from annihilation by a horrible new instrument 
of warfare that could exterminate one billion people in the twinkling of an eye. 
And, to cap it all, Mankind United was going to conduct a "Crusade against 
Poverty." 

In other words, you see, Mankind United put out all the stale old sucker-bait 
that attracts do-gooders as infallibly as cheese brings a mouse to a trap. Mice 
never learn, of course, but then mice, so far as I know, never pose as 
"intellectuals" either. 

Mankind United was remarkable in other ways. According to its official report, 
it had a membership of 176,000,000 men and women. Yes, 176,000,000 — but 
remember that that is their figure, not mine, and I cannot guarantee that there 
wasn't a mistake in the arithmetic some place. But in addition to this large human 
membership, Mankind United, through the Universal Institute for Research, 



enlisted the cooperation of a race of little men with metal heads who live in the 
hollow center of the earth and produce earthquakes whenever they feel like 
shaking things up a bit on the surface. 

The identifiable head of this great society was known to the Faithful as The 
Voice. He modestly claimed that he floated around the earth just by thinking 
himself wherever he wanted to be. Thus he could make if from an ocean liner in 
mid- Atlantic to San Francisco in just seven minutes flat, incidentally thinking his 
luggage through space along with himself to avoid a delay at Customs. When The 
Voice was located in a luxurious apartment in San Francisco, he gave the name of 
Arthur Lober Bell, but added that he had so many names he couldn't be quite sure 
of that. On oath before the California Committee on Un-American Activities, he 
swore that he wasn't all there. His organization, you see, had so much business in 
so many parts of the world that he just had to be in several places at the same time. 
Obviously, therefore, all of him couldn't be in any one place at one time. Logical, 
you see; you can't dispute that reasoning. 

The California Committee was able to locate only a few thousand of Mankind 
United's 176,000,000 members. But here is the really significant thing. The 
membership included a very considerable number of college professors, teachers, 
physicians, lawyers, and other individuals who had been certified as literate by 
what are politely called institutions of higher learning. One of the most dedicated 
members was a full professor at the University of California, who had evidently 
resolved to devote his life to promoting "One World" through Mankind United — 
in co"peration, of course, with the great race of little men with metal heads 
downstairs. He doubtless reasoned that a metal head must contain a perfect 
thinking machine, especially if it had ball-bearings in it. 

Now I have not mentioned these fur examples, out of the many hundreds that 
could be cited, merely to amuse you. I intended them to illustrate the principle of 
symbiosis. The phenomenon that is called "liberal intellectualism" depends on the 
conjunction of two distinct species, the intellectual sucker and the intellectual 
shyster. Of course, in all societies there is a copious supply of both species. The 
late P.T. Barnum used to utter the philosophic dictum that a sucker was born every 
minute, but, as we all know, since Barnum's day the birth rate has increased 
enormously. 

This symbiosis, as I have said, antedates civilization and all recorded history. 
Dr. Harry Wright, in his recent anthropological study of witchcraft among the 
lower forms of human life today, made a sagacious and telling observation. He 
studied the operations of the shamans, fetish-men, and witch-doctors among the 
sub-humans who now revel, on your money, in the big glass cage in New York 
City that is called the "United Nations." 

The witch-doctors, as you would expect, are brutish things. They make 
themselves impressive by smearing themselves with elephant dung or by wearing 
a human shinbone in their knotted and greasy hair. They are stupid, but not quite 
so stupid as the savages among whom they flourish. 



A typical operation, as witnessed by Dr. Wright is this: a savage who thinks he 
has an ache or something like that comes to the witch-doctor, who, after collecting 
his fee in advance, applies his mouth to the affected part and sucks out the evil 
spirit, which he then visibly spits out in the form of dead grasshoppers, pieces of 
wood, or something like that. 

Of course, the witch-doctor places those oddments in his mouth before 
beginning the ceremony, and must therefore know what he is doing. Therefore, 
says Dr. Wright, in relation to the society in which he lives, the witch-doctor is "an 
intellectual living by his wits." 

Incidentally, we probably should not be so supercilious abut the ignorant 
savages who are swindled with dead grasshoppers. Not long ago the malodorous 
Department of Heath, Education, and Welfare, which syphons five billion dollars 
from the pockets of the Americans suckers every year, used some that money to 
send one of its specialists to Africa to scatter the blossoms of "mental health" 
among the fuzzie-wuzzies. This expert held the degree of Doctor of Philosophy 
from a reputed American university, and he was a practitioner of one of our most 
lucrative forms of mumbo-jumbo, the kind invented by Sigmund Freud. 

Now the only thing that is remarkable about that is that the Department of 
Heath, Education, and Welfare was so indiscreet as to print in its official 
publication, * Public Heath Reports*, for July 1959, a report from its expert head- 
shrinker out in the Sudan, in which that expert boasted that he was working in 
harmonious co"peration with the local witch-doctors and that they were having fun 
referring "patients" back and forth. Well, why not? They were all running the same 
kind of racket. But really, Dr. Freud's Dr.-apostle should have known better than 
to admit it in public. 

But now let us return from this digression to the four random examples of 
symbiosis that I gave you a few minutes ago. You noted, I am sure, that lucrative 
swindles, covering two centuries in time, used the same kind of sucker-bait to trap 
educated nincompoops. That immediately raises the question of how it is possible 
for such antiquated frauds to be peddled even in academic communities, which 
still contain a very considerable number of scholars, who, defying the precepts and 
examples set by John Dewey and his kind, still believe in truth and intellectual 
integrity. The answer, of course, is the vast power that the "intellectuals" have 
attained and ruthlessly exert. Consider for a moment a typical example. 

Eight or nine years ago, an American scholar, Mathurin Dondo, wrote, on the 
basis of a great deal of research in French archives, a biography of Henri de Saint- 
Simon, who is generally regarded as the founder of modern Socialism. 

Now Professor Dondo conscientiously and accurately reported the evidence, 
and he show us what kind of man Saint-Simon was. He was, to put it briefly, a 
pathological liar who seems never to have told the truth about anything when he 
could possibly avoid it. He was an unprincipled opportunist who lived under every 
government in France from the *ancien regime* to the Restoration and, more agile 
in conscience that the Vicar of Bray, he proclaimed that each new government was 



the realization of his long-cherished ideals — and went on proclaiming it so long as 
he had a prospect of getting regular handouts from the treasury. 

He was a debauche, given to abuse of alcohol, narcotics, and women, and while 
we may pardon men for almost any sensuality, our stomachs must turn at the 
hypocrite who makes his vices odious by claiming that his debauches are the result 
of a high-minded urge to do sociological research. 

Saint-Simon was from the first either a conscious fraud or subject to 
hallucinations, for he used to go into dark rooms and hold long conversations with 
Charlemagne, who, he said, was his ancestor. Saint-Simon had wonderful 
revelations in the dark room, reporting, among other things, that Charlemagne's 
ghost had joyfully recognized in Saint-Simon the greatest philosopher of the 
modern world. 

Saint-Simon was also a resourceful man with a fine sense of social values: after 
he had talked a wealthy business man into endowing him with an annual pension, 
he went on to seduce or compromise that man's wife and so increase his income by 
levying secret blackmail on her. 

All this — and more — Professor Dondo reports in his book. But at this point he 
comes up against the pet superstitions of our contemporary "intellectuals." For 150 
years ago Saint-Simon, while extracting fast bucks from boobs — pardon me, while 
extracting fast francs from humanitarians — put out a lot of bunk that is still 
fashionable stock-in-trade. He denounced "colonialism" and said that it was the 
duty of prosperous nations to provide technical and financial assistance to 
"underdeveloped countries" so as to industrialize the whole world and make 
everyone as happy as larks. 

He proved how awfully simple it was to abolish poverty everywhere by 
applying "science" to the twin problems of raising everyone's standard of living 
and organizing "social justice" everywhere to ensure world peace. He proved 
conclusively that by 1814 modern weapons had become so destructive that war 
was "unthinkable," and he was a vociferous apostle of a "United Nations" to 
replace war with "world cooperation." This stale old nonsense, of course, is still 
the stock-in-trade of the Liberal Establishment, which hasn't had a new idea, just 
as it hasn't learned anything, in 150 years. So what is a biographer of Saint-Simon 
to do? I quote verbatim from Professor Dondo's conclusion: 

"Saint-Simon, profligate, impulsive, irrational, a plaything of his sensuous 
whims, victim of his delusions... belonged to the class of eccentric, unbalanced, 
unstable individuals from whom are recruited poets, reformers, founders of 
religion. The world's... salvation comes from the Saint- Simons." 

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. You have a serious scholar — who, I 
suspect, knows better — telling you by implication that ethical responsibility and 
simple honesty, reason and even the ability to distinguish between reality and 
hallucination, are merely the trammels of earthbound mortals, petty standards that 
must not be applied to anyone who has contracted — or says that he has contracted 
— a sanctifying itch to save the world. You have a responsible scholar telling you 



expressly that the world's salvation comes from whims, irrationality, and 
delusions. 

You also have an open confession of the intellectual bankruptcy of so-called 
"liberalism." It is hard to take the peddlers of such trumpery seriously, so long as 
one regards them as the merchants of ideas. "Intellectuals" such as Professor 
Chasles and Mme. d'Urf,, such as Vrain-Lucas and Casanova and even Saint- 
Simon, seem, on the whole, harmless, and we may even feel grateful to them for 
supplying us with many of the funniest true stories in the world. If it were merely 
a question of ideas, we could afford to sit back and laugh at the motley carnival of 
freaks and charlatans that has been touring our world for two centuries and 
relieving the yokels of their pocket money. If it were merely a question of ideas, 
such mountebanks could not have seriously disturbed the order and stability of the 
Western world. 

Obviously, we must look beyond the self-styled "intellectuals" so formidable, 
and here again we find our clearest illustration in the 18th Century. On the first of 
May, 1776, an elaborate criminal conspiracy was organized by a diseased 
degenerate named Adam Weishaupt, who was Professor of Law — Canon Law, if 
you please — in the University of Ingolstadt. The conspiracy was a secret society 
whose members were known as the *Perfektibilisten*, although they are also 
called *Hhiminati* — a term that we may use so long as we remember that it was 
also applied to other groups. 

Weishaupt's conspiracy is one about which we know a good deal, because in 
1786 the Bavarian government raided one of the local headquarters, seized the 
files, and published them. The volumes of this publication are now rare, but there 
are several copies in North America, including one in the Library of Congress. 

The purpose of Weishaupt's conspiracy, as explicitly stated by himself in 
writing and accepted by his fellows in the inner circle of the organization, was, 
quite simply, conquest of the world by the destruction of civilization, including 
specifically in its program such items as the abolition of private property, the 
abolition of national governments, the abolition of all morality, and the abolition 
of Christianity and, indeed, of all religion. 

Weishaupt's organization, however, was modelled on the old order of Assassins, 
which gave to our language that significant word, and was accordingly divided 
into grades or degrees of initiation. All members were bound by stringent oaths 
and threats of death to both secrecy and blind obedience to all orders that came to 
them from above, but each grade or degree had its own doctrine. The real purposes 
of the order were concealed completely from neophytes, and revealed only to 
those who had ascended through the preparatory degrees to the inner circle — and 
promotion from one degree to another was, of course, available only to those who 
evinced a capacity for progressing at least a stage or two toward the insane 
nihilism of the inner circle. The rest were kept, of course, in lower grades 
proportionate to their capacities. As Weishaupt wrote to his colleagues, urging 
more intensive recruiting of neophytes: 



"These good people swell our numbers and fill our money-box; set yourselves 
to work; these gentlemen must be made to nibble at the bait.... But this sort of 
people must always be made to believe that the grade they have reached is the 
last." 

Thus it was that a conspiracy for the destruction of all European nations was 
able to enlist among its members some of the reigning princes of Germany, and a 
conspiracy for the abolition of Christianity was able to enlist pious Christians. The 
latter Weishaupt regarded as the best joke of all. He wrote: 

"The most wonderful thing of all is that the distinguished Lutheran and 
Calvinist theologians who belong to our Order really believe that they see in it the 
true and genuine mind of the Christian religion. Is there anything that you cannot 
make men believe?" 

The Bavarian branch of the Illuminati was suppressed, at least temporarily, in 
1786, but the Bavarian government naturally could do nothing about the branches 
in other countries, and these preserved their secrets intact. 

I am not here concerned with any of the attempts that have been made to sketch 
the later history of the conspiracy. I am interested only in the ascertained facts 
attested by the published documents, and in these primarily as an illustration of 
phenomena that we may expect to find repeated many times in our own society. 
Weishaupt's Illuminati provide us with a perfect working model of conspiratorial 
activity among "intellectuals," show how easy it is for adroit criminals to enlist 
and manipulate educated suckers, and, above all, bring us face to face with the 
highly distasteful fact that mankind does produce criminals like Weishaupt and his 
confederates in the inner circle. 

All of these are important points, and each would repay detailed examination. In 
the activities of our so-called "intellectuals" we see time after time clear 
indications of conspiratorial cohesiveness and a coordination of efforts that 
strongly suggests conspiratorial, that is to say central, direction. If, for example, 
you examine the carefully documented publication of the Veritas Foundation, 
*Keynes At Harvard*, you cannot escape the authors' conclusion that "Keynesism 
is not an economic theory. It is a weapon of political conspiracy." And you cannot 
fail to see that the Fabian Socialists have "used the [conspiratorial] techniques of 
the Communist Party... with the obvious intention of destroying... the [American] 
Constitution." 

Now without attempting to decide at this time whether the Fabian Socialists are 
a subsidiary of the Communist Conspiracy or an independent group that happens 
to be working for virtually the same ends, we must note the important point that it 
operates as a conspiracy and ask ourselves whether this coordination of effort can 
be adequately explained in terms of some blind instinct, such as that which sets a 
colony of termites to work in harmonious cooperation for the destruction of a 
house, or whether it can be explained in terms of some preliminary training, such 
as that which enables a pack of well-trained collies to drive herds of sheep through 
complicated routes, or whether it presupposes conscious direction from day to day 



and therefore a secret organization of some kind, formal or informal. 

This is an important question, for we see the same kind of phenomenon, less 
obvious, perhaps, but distinctly perceptible, in almost all areas of activity of our 
"intellectuals." They are influential, not as individuals, but as gangs operating for 
the same general ends, usually with a high degree of coordination. And this 
coordination becomes really remarkable when it is observed in matters that do not 
affect an obvious common interest. 

Under modern conditions, for example, it may be only natural for a swarm of 
so-called educators to cooperate perfectly in hunting down their common prey, the 
taxpayers, and to attack viciously anyone who disturbs them as they sink their 
probosces deeper and deeper year after year, but what conceivable common 
interest could they have in abolishing the House Committee on Un-American 
Activities? What envisaged profit could turn a state-wide gang to turn like a wolf- 
pack on a superintendent of schools who sponsored a speaker who spoke unkindly 
of the Communist Conspiracy? Why should one of these packs, as happened in 
Wisconsin last year, turn of a professor of education and hunt him out of the 
academic world because he spoke respectfully of the American Constitution and 
dared to suggest that teachers of American history really ought to read it 
sometime? How could such a view diminish their annual take from the exploited 
and enslaved taxpayers of Wisconsin? 

I greatly fear that the "intellectuals" shysters are so well organized in the many 
branches that, whether they all know it or not, are tentacles of a single octopus and 
therefore subject to a single central control. And, in any case, you can't hope to 
educate the shysters: they already know what they are doing. They at least know 
that they are witch-doctors living by their wits and battening on the credulity of 
the American people. 

But what about the "intellectual" suckers, the literate and well-meaning dopes 
like Professor Chasles and Mme. d'Urf, and the rest? Can they be educated? Is 
there anything that we can teach them from books or show them by reason and 
argument to make them less fatally gullible? Or, if that cannot be done, are they at 
least intelligent enough to learn from experience when they *see* that they have 
been hoaxed? 

Some, no doubt. There have been several recent books, by John Dos Passos and 
Edmund Wilson, for example, by honest "liberal intellectuals" who give most 
encouraging indications that they are beginning to grow up, now that they are past 
60 or 70. But the proportion, I am afraid, is small. I do wish that one of these busy- 
bodies who are forever making "statistical studies" about nonsense would make a 
statistical study that would mean something — a statistical study of the capacity of 
"intellectuals" to learn the obvious. 

There is abundant material for dozens of studies of that kind, here is just one 
example of what could be determined with some mathematical precision and by 
the expenditure of much less effort than goes into some learned university studies 
of, for example, the size of pancake preferred by men as distinct from the size 



preferred by women. 

As we all know now, the International Communist Conspiracy, coordinating the 
efforts of its divisional headquarters in New York, Washington, and Moscow, used 
your money to install in Cuba, in January, 1959, a notorious Communist agent 
named Fidel Castro, and started to work immediately to install military and naval 
bases, including submarine pens and ballistic missiles, 90 miles from our shores. 
Of course, the Conspiracy through its various outlets, such as the *New York 
Times* and other lie-papers, poured out hogwash about "agrarian reformers" and 
"the George Washington of Cuba." And it was only to be expected that our 
"intellectuals" who had swallowed exactly the same swill a few years before when 
the United States delivered China to the Communist Conspiracy, lapped it up 
again with relish. 

Now, I am not complaining about that. It is true that there was no possible doubt 
about the fact that Castro was a Communist agent carrying out a Communist 
operation: In a speech which some of you may have heard, it takes me a full hour 
to give a condensed r,sum, of the evidence that was available to everyone before 
1959 — all of it on the public record and some of it in the files of every large 
newspaper — which proved, beyond all peradventure of doubt, that Castro and all 
of his lieutenants were Bolsheviks. But I not going to say that our "liberals" should 
have looked at the evidence. As we all know, "intellectuals" are equipped with 
oversize brains that perpetually fizz with "social ideals," so perhaps it would not 
be fair to expect them to find out what they are talking about. 

As soon as Castro came to power in Cuba, Mr. Robert Welch and Dr. J.B. 
Mathews in the pages of * American Opinion*, and, if you will pardon me for 
mentioning, I, in speeches before the Daughters of the American Revolution and 
other organizations, pointed out the obvious facts about Castro and the Soviet 
takeover of Cuba. And you may remember how the "liberal intellectuals" began to 
shriek and spit at us. But I am not complaining about that. 

We all know that "intellectuals" have mighty minds capable of remembering the 
phrases that the Communists teach them, and so, whenever they are disturbed by 
facts, they naturally start shrieking "reactionary," "Fascist," "right-wing 
extremist," "racist," and the like. And one shouldn't mind their spitting. After all, 
cats do that, you know. And for that matter, benevolent Nature has equipped 
another puny creature, the skunk, with a means of making itself important. 

So I shall not be so extravagant as to suggest that our "intellectuals" could have 
learned the obvious in 1958 or 1959 or 1960 or most of 1961, although, of course, 
the evidence not only about Castro but about the Soviet installation of missiles and 
other weapons aimed at the United States accumulated day by day. Big minds 
shouldn't be bothered with evidence. But here is the point that is worth 
considering. 

During the summer and autumn of 1961 the Communists subsidiary called "Fair 
Play for Cuba," which, of course, had been thoroughly exposed as a Communist 
front by that time, sent up smoke-screens for Comrade Fidel on a national scale, 



using, of course, a great many "liberal intellectuals" in the faculties of our colleges 
and universities. Those persons went on record publicly as endorsing Castro, 
guaranteeing that he was a sweet and lovely "democrat" and "social reformer," and 
even demanding in some cases that he be given a pipe-line direct to the Treasury 
in Washington. As I say, these people went on record publicly, signing manifestos 
and inserting full-page advertisements in newspapers. In some universities, as 
many as 300 individuals connected with the faculty or administration went on 
record in that way. The total throughout the country must be several thousand. 

Now undoubtedly the organizers of those manifestos and some of the signers 
knew very well what they were doing. They said to one another, "We have got to 
keep those American boobs quiet until the Soviet bases are all completed; as soon 
as that is done, we'll say "Oops, they's Communists after all in Cuba," and we'll 
run out and scare the boobs by yelling "atomic holocaust," "annihilation of 
mankind," "negotiated peace," "better red than dead." 

But it is only charitable to suppose that the majority of the signers of those 
manifestos were just intellectual suckers who actually believed the tripe to which 
they affixed their names. 

Now, as you may remember, in December 1961, sweet Fidel make monkeys out 
of those supermen by going on the radio and boasting that he had been a 
Bolshevik ever since he was a boy. 

At that point, the intellectual suckers must have realized that they had been had. 
The whole list of signers stood exposed before the American public, including 
their own colleagues and the residents of the communities in which their diploma- 
mills were located — stood exposed as either traitors or jackasses. I don't see how 
the suckers could have failed to feel embarrassed. 

When a normally intelligent human being has been swindled, he sits down and 
reviews very carefully the sources of information on which he relied, the 
weaknesses in himself, and the tricks of the confidence men who took him in, and 
he tries to make sure that he will not be caught again in the same way. That's what 
ordinarily intelligent and prudent people do, and I should think that that is not too 
much to expect of "intellectuals." 

But it is a curious and perhaps significant fact that, so far as I have been able to 
learn, not one peep was heard from all those thousands of super-brains the day 
after Castro made his announcement — or the week after — or the month after — or 
the year after — or down to the present time. 

Now it's possible, of course, that the poor suckers were so embarrassed that they 
kept quiet in the hope that their friends and neighbors would charitably forget their 
humiliation and disgrace. 

So that is why I should like to see some investigator make the sociological study 
that I have suggested. All he would have to do is compile the names, which, as I 
have said, are all on record in print, and then ascertain how many of the signers are 
still out Communist-fronting and whooping it up for current and unmistakable 
Communists operations, such as "disarmament" or the race war now being waged 



against white Americans. 

Until such a statistical investigation has been made, it would be a little 
venturesome to guess what percentage of "liberal intellectuals" are intelligent 
enough to learn from their own experience. And certainly those who cannot learn 
in that way could never be educated in any other way. 

Without statistics, any opinion that may be offered must necessarily be a mere 
guess. Now I certainly do not want to seem discouraging, ladies and gentlemen, 
but my best guess, for what it may be worth, is that among the honest 
"intellectuals," the percentage of recovery is comparatively small. They may mean 
well, but, like confirmed alcoholics, they have acquired the habit of escape from 
reality into the Wonderland Behind the Looking Glass. 

If candid, they would have to say of themselves what one of their idols, Jean- 
Jacques Rousseau, admitted to Boswell in an unguarded moment: "I cannot 
tolerate the world as it is; I must live in a world of fantasies." 

Such habits, once acquired, are extremely hard to break. That is why I fear that 
many "liberal intellectuals," like so many alcoholics, just can't get along without 
their hooch! 



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